04/18/2011

My roommate's cat, Badass, is really in favor of me petting her instead of typing this right now. She can suck it. Now I'm really not much for reading, despite the fact that everyone else in my family can normally be found with their nose between some pages or eyes locked on to a kindle in the dark. I think in my entire life, I've read about 20 books. Sad, I know. I recently picked up Jurassic park and all I've wanted to do is finish it.

I loved the movie when it first came out and have kind of been secretly obsessed with it ever since. I just love dinosaurs. When girls were playing with barbies, pretending to be the pink ranger or princesses, or playing dress up, I was in a foresty area behind my friend Kevin's house playing Jurassic park. This book is just so fucking amazing though. I'm so upset it took me this long to read it.

I'm in pure suspense every time I pick it up and it's all I want to do for the rest of the day. I've been getting distracted by parties and cuddling and getting some play from my boyfriend but I'm nearly finished and I don't want it to end. I like imagining these characters on this terrifying island filled with genetically created dinosaurs who want to eat the shit out of them. I actually love hearing what Ian Malcom has to say about how Chaos Theory works, even though it really annoyed me at first because I wanted them to get to the dinosaur parts already.

I nearly peed my pants reading the part where they showed Grant, Tim, Ellie, and Gennaro the Velociraptors. The way he described they way they were extremely aggressive and were hunting them even though there was a electrified fence in the way. The idea of those fucking things running around in modern day society? We'd be so screwed. Zombies? Bring them on. Dinosaurs? I'd let the fuckers get me because they're going to anyway.

The character of Ian Malcom said some of the most profound, intelligent things I have ever read or comprehended. Knocked me on my ass reading it. Knocked me right into the pee spot left over from the idea of Velociraptors. I do love Muldoon as well though. Gotta love those take charge, gun toting, "Bring it on, you god damned T-Rex!" kind of guys. He makes my pants fly across the room.

... I'd like to continue and rave about how glorious this book is and my favorite parts and quotes are, but this kitten is getting kind of persistent about me petting her and letting her take a nap on my chest. Not to mention I need to switch out my laundry and unfortunately finish said book.

04/06/2011

I wrote an entire rant about the word "cunt" and how I hate the word "blog" and this damn site ate it! It's gone forever. Son of a bitch. This is not off to a good start.

Here's a very short summary: Livejournal was the original blog. Cunt 4 life. I'm taking it back. Words are just words and we're the ones who give them power. Chill the fuck out. I smell like 3 dumpsters filled with corpses that have been sitting out in the sun that hobos have been frequently pissing and shitting on. I'm going to shower and then pick up my spiteful grandmother up at the airport because the rest of my family is selfish and useless.